"Kevin O'Donnel Jr. - The Journeys of McGill Feighan 01 - Caverns" - читать интересную книгу автора (O'Donnell Jr Kevin)

"Once my own eyes have seen for themselves that my son is in health."
He pulled the baby out by his blankets, peeled back the blue flannel, and
looked into familiar miniature features. Tickling McGill under the chin, he
said, "You're home now, boy, and everything will be fine."
"May I takeтАФ"
"What's this scar?" Feighan rasped suddenly. His large finger shook as it
pointed out a dark-scabbed line above McGill's right ear. "What have you
done to him?"
"Mr. FeighanтАФ" Reddening, Taddeucz tweaked the tip of his nose. "тАФI
must apologize for that. When I tossed your son into my car the other
dayтАФ"
"It was you?" Feighan seemed to swell, to grow 20 cm. in seconds.
"тАФhe received a paper cut, from a newspaper. A doctor has treated it,
andтАФ" With his free hand, he fumbled in his coat pocket for a memo, which
he thrust at Feighan. "тАФhere are the doctor's instructions."
Good, stiff paper, it crackled when Feighan unfolded it. He looked for a
name, or an address, but there was neither. His eyes skimmed the text,
touching on "Date," and "Nature of wound," and "Treatment applied," and
"Treatment prescribed," which said, "Do not bandage, but keep clean. If
redness, tenderness, or swelling develops, a physician's attention is
indicated. Otherwise, the scab should disappear within a week."
"All right," he said, as he hooked his foot underneath The Nurse's belly.
"Take her." He grunted, and swung his leg up. The huge, bound woman
flew toward Taddeucz, who collapsed under her weight. "Take her and be
gone."
"Yes, sir." He didn't bother untying her. Rolling her over his shoulders
into a modified fireman's carry, he staggered out the back door and gasped
his way around the side of the house.
Feighan waited till he heard the hovercar start up and glide away. "You
can come out now, darling," he said to the closet door.
From within sounded a plastic thud, and a *ding* as the phone hit the
floor; breaking glass; fumbled bolts; Italian cursing. After a few minutes the
lock finally lost, and Nicole stumbled into the kitchen, wincing at the change
of light. With her came the aroma of bourbon, thick clouds of it. "Hic," she
said. Her eyebrows lifted, then she squinted. "Mc-hic-Gill!" A loose,
uncertain smile spread across her face. "Gi-hic give him to me." She held out
her arms.
"Careful, now." He kissed her on the forehead. At her nearness, love
flared, as it always did. Beaming, he eased their baby into her waiting
hands.
Just as he let go, Nicole hiccupped again. Her entire body jerked and her
shoulders heaved. McGill seemed to slip through her fingers.
"Dammit, woman!" roared Feighan. His hands flashed to become a safety
net.
She had already recovered her aplomb. "You'll scare the baby, shouting
like that," she scolded, as she cradled him in her left arm and stroked his
forehead. "What got you so upset?"
Feighan scratched his jaw as he studied his wife and child. The two
together was a sight happy enough to weaken his knees. "I thoughtтАФ" He
shook his head. "My apologies, darling. I thought you'd dropped him."